We’d known each other all our lives. And I loved her that whole time. Daphne. She was all curves wrapped in a bubbly personality that no other woman could match. And I’d saved myself for her… my first kiss, my first everything. But I waited to make her mine for far too long. When a job had me leaving her, I knew I’d come back. There’s no way I was letting her get away. The years passed, but my love for her only grew. And when I’m finally back home, back to her, I knew I was done waiting, done pretending boundaries couldn’t be crossed in our friendship. But was it too late? I didn’t care if it was, because the truth was, I wouldn’t stop trying to make Daphne mine. All I had to have was the courage to tell her the truth about how she made me feel. Everything else, anything else that got in the way, was just fluff.